Screaming inside my car as if you could hear me
And my stuttered breathing comes and goes this time of year
Like most things I know
Forest eyes you're always haunting my mind
Like the blades of gra** in my backyard
I'll surely cut you in two
We searched the darkest streets for conversation a remedy
Red brushed across my face
You are the east wind
You blew me away
We sat on the pavement and whispered the night away
Crushing leaves in our hands silently
Like the big oak tree in your backyard
I can't do a thing